And I knowthat you're still watching me now,twenty feet away,and I know all about what you intended to dowhat you meant to saybut the bellowing trainsof every hourpass between us,have been passing for months. And now, as the steam clearsI see you're still making your choiceby choosing nothing.So I will choose for both of usto get on the next train and leave you hereas you sit idly byshifting your eyes away from mewithout courage.